I’m a dwagon, big and stwong.
I bweathe fiwe all night long.
I can cwush you in the blink of an eye
But no one’s come to slay me. Why?
I’m a dwagon, big and stwong.
I bweathe fiwe all night long.
I can cwush you in the blink of an eye
But no one’s come to slay me. Why?
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Seven people liked my Checkers poem.
Five liked my poem about Chess.
Does this prove something about my readers?
Read the title, then hazard a guess.
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Chess is a game played on a board
Where you use wit and not a sword
To slay a king opposing yours
Instead of doing your daily chores.
The queen and rooks and pawns and knights
All run around and get in fights
To prove, once and for all, just who
Has nothing else better to do
Than read a hundred books about
Which piece is best to first move out
Or what series of moves will make concrete
The other colored king’s defeat.
It’s not a skill you learn in school.
It’s not a skill to make you cool
And yet Chess will outlive us all
So grab a board and have a ball!
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Need a scholarship?
Are you brown or female?
Still no, but congrats.
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The Seahawks win!
The Mariners too!
In Washington they shout “woohoo!”
The Jaguars lost.
The Blue Jays fell.
They have no fans, so all is well.
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This year for halloween
I want to be a political elite
By staying out of the public eye
And putting a roundabout on your street.
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We’ve entered the month
Where people dress up
And act like they’re German
And fill a big cup
With beer, eat a pretzel,
And fry up a brat.
Tonight you like polka:
Tomorrow, you’ll not.
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Instead of arguing white vs. black,
Men vs. women, straights vs. gays,
Let’s just accept that we’re all kinda dumb
And move on with our kinda dumb days.
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So we can’t pay employees
Who keep on working hard
Despite a shut-down government
With a maxed-out credit card
And yet we pay the people
Who got us in this mess
With money that we do not have?
‘Murica, I guess…
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